Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

"Marshal is mighty!" The officers in the front ranks shouted first, and then tens of thousands of soldiers joined in, chanting, "Marshal is mighty! Marshal is mighty! Marshal is mighty!"

The roars of tens of thousands of soldiers converged into a torrent, echoing repeatedly in the valley. The sound waves crashed against the left mountain wall and bounced back, only to be pushed back by the right mountain wall, layer upon layer, causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

Pigsy was so pleased with the sight that he felt completely at ease.

When he was clearing the way in the Thorn Ridge before, Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang only said "You did a good job" and never praised him like this before, let alone had so many people cheering for him. He was very pleased with himself.

When he was Marshal Tianpeng in Heaven, he commanded 80,000 naval troops and was respected by the heavenly soldiers and generals, but that was a very, very long time ago.

Now, tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, the sound wave after wave, and he felt as if every pore on his body had opened up.

It seems we still have to socialize downwards.

Pigsy grinned for a while in the sky before waving his hand and letting his voice descend from the clouds, drowning out all other sounds: "Please wait a moment, everyone! I'll be right back!"

After saying that, he turned around, his enormous figure crushing the clouds, each step shaking the earth.

He gripped the nine-toothed rake, which had grown thicker than Optimus Prime, aimed it at the dense forest stretching for dozens of miles ahead, and gently swung it out.

Nine toothed blades plowed through the ground, and those towering ancient trees that required several people to encircle fell down in unison like stalks of wheat under a sickle.

Tree roots and soil were uprooted, vines broke, bamboo forests collapsed, and several small hills blocking the way were casually swept away with rakes, their tops leveled, with gravel and soil rolling into the valley floor, creating a continuous rumbling sound.

He rake after rake, his steps steady and his rhythm distinct. The rake in his hands was more agile than an embroidery needle. With one rake to the left, a forest disappeared; with one rake to the right, a hillside was flattened.

His leisurely posture made him look like he was loosening the soil in his own vegetable garden.

A dense forest stretching for twenty or thirty miles was plowed into flat land in the blink of an eye.

The once dense, dense forest has now become a wide-open wilderness, with fresh soil exuding the fragrance of plant sap, and the sun shining down on this land for the first time without any obstruction.

Deep in the jungle, a small squad of elite Annamese soldiers lay in ambush.

They hid behind dense, dark vines, setting up tripwires and poisoned arrow traps, preparing to catch the Ming army off guard as they crossed the valley.

The leader was crouching on a huge banyan tree, nervously watching the movements ahead through the gaps in the leaves.

"What is that???" Suddenly, he felt the sky darken. When he looked up, a huge golden-armored figure emerged from the clouds, its head reaching the sky. Its legs were thicker than mountains, and every step it took made his banyan tree shake wildly.

Then the giant raised a rake so large it could cover half the sky.

"Golden, Golden Armored General... It's a true god! A true god has descended to earth! Quick—retreat! Retreat!" The captain fell directly off the banyan tree, tumbling and crawling as he ran backward. He didn't even bother with the tripwire or the poisoned arrows. His face was covered in snot and tears, and he kept shouting something, but his voice was so trembling that it was unintelligible.

His squad scattered in disarray, weapons and armor strewn across the ground. Two of them, their legs too weak to move, simply collapsed to the spot, unable to get up. They could only watch helplessly as the towering golden figure swept the entire mountain in front of them into flat ground with a single rake.

Even before this, when they heard that the Ming army was riding tigers, lions, rhinoceroses, and elephants, they had already considered retreating. After all, they could only ride horses at most; how could horses fight against such ferocious beasts?

Moreover, they were no match for the Ming army to begin with. They had fought the Ming army before, and the Ming army's firearms battalions and infantry phalanxes were more than enough to give them a run for their money.

Now look what's happened, even the heavenly generals have come out, what's the point of fighting?

A young soldier was so frightened that he wet his pants. He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, mumbling incoherently the names of various gods and Buddhas in the Annamese dialect, begging for their protection and for the heavens to spare his life.

On the Ming army's side, everyone was extremely excited.

After all, these people had only ever seen the supernatural powers of gods and demons in books before. When they actually saw such a scene in real life, who wouldn't be excited and red-faced?

To be honest, Pigsy is just average online, but in real life, who wouldn't want to witness Pigsy's supernatural powers firsthand?

Pigsy had already smashed the last row of boulders blocking the way into dust with a single rake.

He straightened up, his massive body casting a huge shadow in the wilderness. Carrying his rake, he looked back at his masterpiece: a straight and wide passage, twenty or thirty miles long, with a ground smoother than if it had been rolled with a millstone.

He nodded in satisfaction, and his figure began to slowly shrink, from a giant whose head reached the sky to the size of a mountain, and then back to the original imposing general.

The golden armor became fitted and close-fitting again, and the nine-toothed rake returned to its original size.

Then he shuddered, and a beam of light blew away the mud stains on his armor and boots, restoring him to his previous imposing appearance.

After all, as a deity, such cleansing magic is the most basic requirement. Otherwise, as the marshal of the Heavenly River Navy, he couldn't possibly appear in public all the time while soaking wet.

He rode a cloud and leisurely rose back to Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaoxi. He slammed the rake onto the cloud, patted off non-existent dust from his hands, and said with a relaxed expression, "Your Majesty, brother, old friend, all done! This little bit of work is easier than when I, Old Pig, was raking the fields in Gao Village back in the day. Those eight hundred miles of Thorn Ridge were what I called a real struggle."

Zhu Gaoxu was so excited he almost jumped off the tiger king's back. He grabbed Pigsy's arm and rattled off, "Brother! Your supernatural powers are amazing! What's that ability to change size called? And that rake of yours looks extraordinary too, is it a treasure as well?"

Pigsy was flattered by the praise and waved his hand, saying, "This is nothing. I, Old Pig, haven't even gotten serious yet. As for this rake, it is indeed a treasure. It was personally crafted by Laozi."

As for the ability to grow bigger or smaller, that's just average. My Monkey King, my eldest brother, has truly formidable supernatural powers. His "Heaven and Earth Manifestation" technique allows him to grow to a height of ten thousand feet, and his battles are earth-shattering, capable of easily shattering the heavens and earth.

Zhu Gaoxu wanted to ask more, but Zhu Di coughed lightly, interrupting the conversation that was about to escalate into a seminar on divine magic: "Marshal, you've worked hard. The Ailu Pass ahead is still waiting for you. Let the army continue its advance."

Zhu Bajie, having once been Marshal Tianpeng, immediately understood Zhu Di's meaning and echoed, "Yes, Your Majesty is right. Let's march first, brother. After this battle, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

He thought for a moment and then said, his tone a little more relaxed than before, "After this battle is over, I will have a table of fine wine prepared, and the Marshal will slowly tell the Second Prince the whole story."

Pigsy's eyes lit up: "Wine? That's great! Let's go, let's finish this quickly, Old Pig hasn't had a drink in ages!"